Dark Duke's Incestuous Fantasy

About a week after the Depsons returned from their camping trip, on a Friday evening, Brian and Catherine planned to go to the movies together. Just as they were getting ready to leave, the phone rang. Brian answered impatiently, and a few minutes later, he slammed the phone down, yelling, "Oh no! The company wants me to go to England immediately to deal with some troublesome issues with a new computer!" "Oh! Does anyone do that?" Catherine pouted. "Damn it!" Brian cursed, "I had planned a wonderful weekend with you, and now it's all ruined." "When do you want to be back?" Catherine asked as Brian picked up the phone to dial. Brian complained, "The earliest I can get back is next Friday." After inquiring about flight availability, Brian told his wife that he needed to be at the airport within an hour to catch the next flight. Catherine said angrily, "Fine, another hot spring night ruined!" "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Brian apologized carefully, "But don't worry, I'll make it up to you when I get back!" Catherine's anger turned to joy, and she smiled, saying, "That's more like it!" While Brian showered and dressed, Catherine helped him pack his clothes, then rushed to the airport, thankfully making it in time to catch her flight. After watching Brian board the plane, Catherine immediately went to the parking lot to drive home, reaching the highway in just a few minutes. Because the route was straight and she had no worries, Catherine couldn't help but think of Sheev as she drove. For the past week, she had repeatedly recalled that night, the wonderful sex she and Sheev had shared in the tent. Even now, a week later, the memory still made her blush with shame. Recalling what Shev had done to her, Catherine still couldn't control the tremors rising from her vagina caused by the excitement and stimulation of incest. She still couldn't believe that she had let such a thing happen. It was so depraved, so immoral, so scandalous. Logically, she shouldn't have let it happen! Catherine tried to forget it, but it kept resurfacing in her mind. Although she felt guilty for letting it happen, it had already happened, and like a persistent nightmare, it haunted her. She assumed that Shev believed her excuse and hadn't noticed it was him; it seemed she had fooled Shev. But what if that wasn't the case? What if that wasn't the case? Then…then…then… Thinking of this, her heart tightened, and her eyes glanced down, just in time to see the odometer. Startled, she cried out, "What the hell! What am I doing? What am I doing?" The odometer showed 90 mph. She released the accelerator, letting the speed drop to 70 mph, but Catherine found herself drenched in a cold sweat. Shaking her head to clear her mind, she maintained her speed and sped home. Finally, she managed to exit the interchange and enter the street in front of her house. As she approached, she was somewhat surprised to find Sherry's car parked in front of the house. Catherine now felt a little awkward and uncomfortable about her thoughts in the car, and knew deep down that she wouldn't be able to be alone with Sherry tonight. She drove into the garage, turned off the engine, took a few deep breaths, and then got out of the car. Her cheeks were still hot from embarrassment, and she desperately hoped that Sherry would go out on a date later. Since that night, she had become increasingly nervous and uneasy, increasingly unable to control her emotions, and often felt an urge to shout everything out to Sherry. She was now truly torn between love and hate. The worst part was that Catherine found that every time she recalled that night, the wicked excitement and thrill assaulted her more and more intensely. As these thoughts swirled in her mind, Catherine knew that being alone with her son now would be incredibly awkward and unbearable. "Hmm! At least I won't have to eat dinner alone!" Catherine muttered to herself as she walked into the house. Deciding to have her son join her for dinner, she searched downstairs but couldn't find him. Perhaps he really did have a date and was getting ready in his room. Thinking this, she went upstairs to look for him. As soon as she reached the top of the stairs, Catherine immediately noticed her large, full breasts bouncing up and down with each step, beneath her thin top. Because she was rushing to the airport, she hadn't had time to put on a bra. Now she could feel her large, sensitive nipples swollen, erect, and rubbing against her clothes. Looking down, oh my god! They were so boldly prominent, they were clearly visible. Anxiously striding through the corridor, Catherine stood at the door of her son's bedroom, peeking inside. She didn't see her son, only heard the sound of the shower. Before she could call out, she suddenly heard the water being turned off. She stepped back, quickly closing the door, leaving only a crack to peek inside. Suddenly, she felt ashamed and guilty for her actions, her face flushing. She quietly asked herself, "What am I doing?...?" Why was she waiting outside her son's door, peeking in? Did she want to see him naked? What was her purpose? This reminded Catherine of seeing her son bathing in the pond, but that could never happen again. She could never forget that afternoon and the terror she felt. To be honest, she hadn't intentionally peeked at her son; it was purely accidental. A cruel, predetermined joke had played a cruel trick on her. But now, Catherine knew perfectly well what she was doing, even that it was wrong, yet she couldn't stop herself from peeking through the crack. Just as Catherine was about to feel remorse for her indecent behavior, the image of her son standing in the pond, slowly rubbing his father's hands in masturbation, suddenly flashed before her eyes. Her legs immediately trembled, her heart pounded wildly, and she stood there, agitated. Suddenly, her son appeared, drying his hair at the bathroom door. Catherine immediately shifted her gaze to his enormous, dangling penis. Staring at his long, massive member hanging between his muscular legs, her heart nearly leaped out of her chest, and she felt as if she were about to faint. His python looked even bigger than she remembered. She stared greedily at the enormous penis, hanging there, throbbing and writhing like a huge, evil python. Seeing this, Catherine immediately felt a warm, wet sensation in her lower body, with vaginal fluid gushing from her vagina. As Shchef combed his hair, his enormous penis trembled violently, looking incredibly wicked. It seemed like hours had passed before he finally finished combing, slowly wrapping a towel around his body, walking to the bed, throwing the towel on, climbing onto the mattress, and sprawling down, then rolling onto his back. What he saw next left Catherine speechless with astonishment. Shchef reached out and grasped his large penis, beginning to rub and play with his semi-erect member. Although she knew it was a terrible mistake, she couldn't control herself from spying on her son. Catherine was so excited she felt weak all over, leaning against the wall for support, her eyes practically popping out of their sockets as she stared at that wicked yet alluring thing. She couldn't believe she was standing there, staring wide-eyed as her son played with his large penis, and right before her eyes, it was slowly hardening, hardening, hardening...hardening...hardening... Catherine was consumed by lust, her lower body drenched, copious amounts of vaginal fluid not only soaking her crotch but also slowly, slowly flowing down her inner thighs. Although Catherine inwardly condemned herself for being so lewd, she couldn't tear her gaze away, couldn't help but greedily watch her son slowly manipulating his thick, large penis. Although she wanted to leave, her legs wouldn't obey her, they were rooted to the spot. Shchef began to rub quickly and forcefully up and down, which amplified Catherine's arousal and made her even more flustered. She could even clearly hear the sound of his hands sliding down and hitting her abdomen, the muscles colliding. The visual stimulation combined with the emotional impact ignited Catherine's lust, causing her powerfully hidden desires to burst forth. Her whole body was burning with unbearable heat, and she longed for her son to quickly insert his wicked python back into her aching, wanton vagina. Shchef's penis was so huge, so firm, so passionate, so vibrantly rich. When Catherine realized she was being led into an abyss of desire, yearning for the lubrication of his massive cock, her blood froze, and she nearly fainted, unable to breathe. Catherine knew she had to leave, she had to leave before things spiraled out of control. Trembling, she dragged her heavy steps out of Shchef's room as quietly as possible, clumsily making her way back to her room through the corridor, so afraid, so afraid, that she stumbled and fell along the way.Finally reaching the bedroom, she quickly slammed the door shut, rushed to the bed, and threw herself onto it. She hastily kicked off her shoes, yanked her skirt up, and swiftly pulled her panties down to her long legs. Then, with practiced ease, she slowly pulled them off with her feet. Gazing at the delicately swaying curtain above the door, she fantasized about her son's large penis. Spreading her legs wide, she reached for her wet vulva, her fingers digging into her protruding clitoris, rubbing it excitedly, faster and harder… faster and harder… faster and harder… harder and harder… The throbbing little bead of flesh instantly brought her to the brink of orgasm in response to her intense assault! Not long after, Catherine realized someone seemed to be watching her. It must have been Shchef who heard her stumble in the hallway, opened the door to look, and then followed her to the bedroom. When Shchef stealthily reached the door, finding it ajar, he stood there, watching his mother just as she had watched him earlier. Wearing only a bath towel around his waist, he stood in his mother's bedroom door watching her masturbate! Seeing this lewd sight, Xuefu's penis throbbed with rage, pressing against the towel as if it were about to explode! Suddenly, he saw his mother begin to twist her body, moaning. "Oh, Xuefu!" As the pleasure of orgasm washed over her, Catherine couldn't help but cry out: "Mommy wants you to penetrate me again!" "What?...What is Mommy saying?...Oh, my God..." Xuefu thought, almost ejaculating on the spot, truly unable to believe what he was hearing. He thought his mother must already understand everything; perhaps she wasn't asleep at all when he was fucking her. But why didn't his mother stop him? Why did she silently let him do as he pleased? Xuefu was confused... Watching his mother gently playing with her clitoris, enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm, Xuefu carefully considered, what should he do next? His mother's long, shapely legs were still spread wide, allowing Xuefu a clear view of her wet, alluring vulva opening and closing rhythmically. He had never seen anything more beautiful or exciting than his mother's gleaming, wanton vulva. Recalling how passionate and wanton his mother had been during their intercourse, Xuefu struggled to turn around, staggering back down the corridor, his heart pounding wildly, feeling dizzy! He was lost in thought about his mother, longing to kiss her again, his penis throbbing painfully with desire. Xuefu tried his best to be quiet as he passed through the corridor, but his penis was so hard and painful that even moving was difficult. He almost pulled away completely, but as he staggered into the room, he stumbled and bumped into the wall! Hearing the noise, Catherine quickly closed her legs and looked anxiously towards the door, only to be horrified to see it slightly ajar. A churning stomach gripped Catherine. She wondered if her son had been spying on her. If he'd seen her masturbating, that would be terrible. Even worse: had he heard her cries? The whole affair had spiraled out of her control. Cursing herself, she weakly rose to her feet. Pulling down her skirt to cover her thighs, she tiptoed to the door, slowly and gently opening it. Peeking out furtively, she saw nothing! The hallway was empty. But that sound? Could it have been her imagination? She tiptoed silently towards Shchef's bedroom. The door was still ajar. Taking a deep breath, Catherine peered inside again. Shchef was lying on the bed masturbating. To confirm if the sound had come from him, her eyes scanned the entire room… Finally, she spotted a towel wrapped around his waist, which she'd left on the bed when she left. Catherine guessed that he must have wrapped himself in a towel and sneaked into the corridor to spy on her. This meant her son had seen everything she did in the room. She just wondered… had he heard her passionate cries? The thought of her son standing outside the door, watching her masturbate, sent a warm current flowing unconsciously through her wanton vagina! Oh! God, her son had seen every single detail of her masturbation. Thinking of this lewd behavior, and seeing her son vigorously rubbing his enormous penis, even though she had already satisfied her desire with masturbation, she still longed for her son to immediately, forcefully, completely, and thoroughly thrust his huge cock into her wanton vagina… ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Dark Duke's Incestuous Fantasy 2 Catherine, aroused by intense lust, desperately wanted to rush in and have a three-hundred-round battle with her son on the bed. As her son rubbed his large penis up and down faster and faster, she suddenly saw the muscles in his thighs tense up clearly. Then, Sheve groaned, stopped his movements, and a few drops of semen spurted from his urethra, but immediately stopped again. Catherine felt that her son was trying his best to hold back ejaculation. Despite this, his large penis remained erect and throbbing uncompromisingly, as if protesting his inability to fully release. Catherine anxiously watched her son's penis throbbing and swaying before her eyes. After a while, a thought suddenly surfaced in her mind: 'Maybe Sheve wants to save it to ejaculate inside Mom's vagina!' Terrified by her own wicked thought, Catherine's face flushed with excitement, and her whole body trembled. Then she saw her son's huge penis slowly, slowly lower. Catherine knew that just one more stroke, just one more rub from Sheve's hand, and his semen would gush out passionately. But she was truly puzzled; why was her son holding back? Since she had already masturbated, why not ejaculate comfortably? Amidst this series of questions, Shevchenko's large penis finally slowly went limp, settling gently against her stomach. With great effort, Catherine managed to move away from Shevchenko's door, turn around, and quickly head towards the corridor. Just as she was about to return to her room, her body seemed to be playing a trick on her; she tripped and bumped into the wall with a loud thud. "Oh no! Will my son hear me?" Anxious, she entered the room, reaching for the doorknob to close it. Suddenly, a wicked thought surfaced in her mind. Catherine stopped, a lewd smile playing on her lips, leaving the door ajar. Turning around, she deliberately walked towards the visible path to the doorway, lasciviously jiggling her ample breasts, before stopping in front of the dressing table. Looking at the doorway in the mirror, she slowly unbuttoned her shirt. Still no sign of Shevchenko, but Catherine continued to remove her shirt. Just as she unbuttoned the last button and was about to pull her blouse down from her shoulders, she glanced furtively at the doorway again, catching sight of a human-shaped shadow standing there. Catherine smiled slightly, knowing her son could see her large breasts clearly in the mirror. For some reason, she reached out and gently, slowly, caressed and played with her large breasts. Then, she slowly turned, facing the doorway, using the examination of her enormous, round breasts to put on a "papaya show" to seduce her son. First, she cupped one of her large, round, alluring breasts in one hand, looking down at it while gently caressing it with her other hand. After playing with it for a while, she lifted her breast higher and licked the strawberry-sized nipple with her tongue. Once she was sure her son had a full view of this sight, she then licked and curled the nipple with her tongue, then gently poked it, repeating this process over and over again. After playing with it for a while, she put it down and moved on to the other breast, repeating the same actions. She furtively glanced quickly at the doorway again, seeing that Shuffle was still there. Releasing her alluring breasts, she reached up and loosened her braids. As she tossed the headband aside, Catherine felt her enormous breasts tremble slightly up and down. Then, Catherine shook her head, letting her long, reddish-brown hair fall over her shoulders, while her captivating breasts swayed wildly and rapidly. When the swaying stopped, Catherine leaned forward slightly. Reaching to untie the belt of her skirt, her enormous breasts naturally drooped, swinging and twisting rapidly like erotic works of art. Then, she leaned forward even more quickly, pulling the skirt off her long, shapely legs. Of course, her breasts once again put on a show of swaying and shaking for her son's viewing pleasure. Standing up, she let the skirt slide to the floor, standing naked before her son. She gracefully reached her hand under her flat, firm abdomen, hesitated for a few seconds, and then gently stroked her clitoris. After playing with it for a while, she released the clitoris and slowly reached her hand behind her back to caress her firm, round buttocks. Cupping her buttocks, Catherine gently squeezed and kneaded them, while arching her legs and turning her head to look down at her buttocks from over her shoulders.Catherine had always been quite proud of her perfect buttocks and long, shapely legs, but this action offered her son yet another kind of nude show. Finally, she relaxed her legs, straightened her body, and slowly walked to the lingerie closet. She bent down, opened a drawer, and rummaged around for a bit. This again provided her son with a pleasant view of her buttocks. Her buttocks swayed back and forth with the movement. After what seemed like an eternity, Catherine straightened up, turned, and walked seductively to the bedside. She sat down facing the door, tossed her clothes onto the bed, and looked down at her thighs. Casually, she spread them open, reached down to touch her vulva, and gently parted her tightly closed labia, revealing a pink, moist, and deep vaginal opening. She extended a finger, touched the upper part of her vagina, which was brimming with vaginal fluid, paused for a few seconds, wondering what her husband would think of this sight. Then she slowly moved her finger to her clitoris and began to rub, caress, and tease the swollen little thing. After a long, long time, Catherine reluctantly stopped and closed her legs. She reached out, grabbed a mini-skirt that was as short as it could possibly be, and quickly pulled it up to her alluring thighs. At the same time, she needed to make sure her son knew she wasn't wearing underwear. She cupped her swaying breasts in her hands and gently rubbed her large, pale purple nipples with her fingers. Then she put her breasts down, picked up a small t-shirt, pulled it up over her head, and pulled it down, just enough to cover her beautiful, large breasts. She glanced at the doorway and was disappointed to find that Sherry was no longer there. She stood up, quickly moved to the doorway, and peered into the corridor, only to find it empty. Catherine wondered how long this game of mutual exploration and spying between mother and son would continue, as she tiptoed through the corridor and headed back to her son's room. Reaching the door, she saw it was still slightly ajar and peeked inside. She saw her son standing in front of the dressing mirror with his back to her. Gazing at her reflection in the mirror, she saw her son gently and slowly rubbing his enormous penis with his hand. Then he slowly turned around, facing her behind the door, continuing to rub his penis, seemingly telling Catherine openly that he knew his mother was spying. Watching her son continuously rubbing his large, beautiful penis, and thinking about this depraved and lewd act between mother and son, Catherine couldn't help but convulse from the distorted lust of incest and immorality! 'What should I do?' Catherine understood that their lewd game was far too irrational and excessive; it had to be stopped immediately, or it would lead to unpredictable disaster. She also knew that everything depended on her; she had to decisively cut the chain of this game before things got out of control. But she found herself utterly powerless. When she saw her son rubbing his penis, Catherine knew in her heart that the moment of passion that night, allowing her son to have sex with her, was an irreparable mistake. However disgusting or filthy it may be, it had already happened. What terrified Catherine even more was her lingering desire to have her son inside her again. "How could I have become so promiscuous?" Catherine couldn't rationally explain her morbid, sordid lust. She deeply loved her husband, and she didn't come from a broken home; her parents were responsible and loving, and she had never been abused growing up. So why was she so perverted? Why did she behave so lewdly? Why? She was so confused, so confused! She had always loved her son, Sheve, but before that holiday camping trip, that love was normal maternal love, respectable and proper. Of course, she admitted that her maternal love was more passionate than normal; sometimes she found herself deeply in love with her son, longing to hold him in her arms all the time, forever. Perhaps it was this intimate, passionate power that caused her to quietly transform into some kind of crazy, absurd sexual desire when she saw her naked son by the pool? That night, her desires were incredibly intense. The tight shorts rubbing against her genitals all day, seeing Sheve naked, sucking Brian's penis, yet not finding satisfaction herself—all these factors combined to drive her almost mad. Clearly, this was why she acquiesced to Sheve having sex with her. It was truly a night of frenzied lust; even now, she couldn't tell if it was real or a dream. At this point, Catherine had to make a choice: turn away immediately and stop this dangerous game between mother and son, or surrender to the incestuous desires that constantly gnawed at her heart? It was obvious which choice Sheve wanted, and of course, the decision was still Catherine's. But… did she really have a choice? Although she wanted to deceive herself, she knew in her heart that the answer had been there that night at the campsite. The fact that she allowed her son to fuck her cunt with his enormous penis in such a tense, exciting, and dangerous situation was crystal clear. Now, mother and son seemed to be heading towards their destined next step. Although Catherine struggled internally, she knew it was all in vain. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't escape the control of fate. Every act left a trace, and both mother and son had to follow this path. In the days to come, Catherine could no longer face her son with innocent maternal love. Her maternal love had long since transformed into lustful desire, and the incestuous show they were putting on had become an inseparable bond. Catherine understood even more clearly that she would never let this incestuous, stimulating sex disappear so easily. Finally, Catherine gritted her teeth, took a deep breath, and pushed open the door. "Oh! My God!" Catherine stood in the doorway, staring dumbfounded at her son's enormous penis, while pretending to be extremely surprised and covering her mouth as she shouted loudly. Startled by his mother's sudden action, Shev froze for a few seconds before quickly turning around. Catherine continued to feign shock and helplessness at seeing her son playing with his penis. After a moment of awkward silence, Catherine realized that to steer the situation towards her desired outcome, she needed to break the tension. She shrieked, "What are you doing?" Shev stammered, "This... um... this... um... this... this... doing!..." He quickly grabbed a towel to cover his genitals, lay down on the bed, and angrily said, "Mom, how could you come in without knocking?" Watching her son wrap the towel around his waist, trying to conceal his enormous penis from her greedy gaze, but unable to hide its erect shape, Catherine mischievously stammered, "I... I... don't know... I... don't know... you... you... are... masturbating!" Now it was Shev's turn to blush, unsure how to answer his mother, stammering, "Um...I...I...um...I...I..." Catherine also blushed, looking at her son and saying, "I...um...I...I just came to ask what you wanted for dinner, I didn't mean to interrupt your good time!" Shev's face turned even redder, and he hummed, "Oh...Mom..." Catherine smiled gently and said, "I'm sorry, Mom shouldn't have teased you like that!" Shev said in a low, indistinct voice, "Mom...then...then...you...you...still...still...still...still...still...still...still...with...you...to...eat...to...eat...with...?" Catherine smiled anxiously and said, "Of course! But, first you should put on some clothes, shouldn't you?" Shev complained, "Oh, Mom! You're still teasing me?" "Alright! Alright!" Catherine smiled softly and turned to leave her son's room. Shev didn't know what to do next. He had initially thought his mother and son were playing a game of mutual spying, guessing that his mother knew he was watching and was deliberately naked for him to see. Now it seemed that wasn't the case. Confused and bewildered thoughts overwhelmed him, leaving him unsure how to salvage the situation or how to cool down his intense passion and desire for his mother. "Shev! Why aren't you downstairs?" Hearing his mother's call, Shev hurriedly put on some shorts and rushed downstairs. Entering the kitchen, he saw that his mother had already prepared dinner and set it on the table, ready to eat. As he walked towards the table, he noticed his mother's eyes fixed on the obvious bulge in his shorts. Shev blushed and sat down next to his mother, beginning to eat. After taking a sip of soup to swallow his food, he asked his mother, "Hey! Where's Dad?" "He was urgently sent to England by the company this afternoon to deal with some computer problems. I don't think I'll be back for a week." "Oh," Shev knew that his mother and son would have a week alone together. The atmosphere at the dinner table instantly fell silent. Mother and son, each lost in their own thoughts, ate their dinner in silence. Finally, the mother broke the silence, saying, "Hey, I'm so sorry, I really shouldn't have shown up like that. I really didn't know... um... I didn't know... um... I didn't know... um... you were... um... masturbating!" "Oh, Mom!" Shev complained, his face flushing red with embarrassment once more."Are you trying to embarrass me again?" "No, no, no," Catherine smiled, slowly standing up: "I really didn't expect to see you... um... you... um... you... doing that kind of thing." "Oh, Mom! Here we go again!" Shev responded with a groan, his gaze greedily fixed on his mother's large breasts, mostly bouncing out of her clothes as she bent over to clear the dishes: "Let's not talk about this anymore, okay?" "I'm afraid it's not over yet!" Catherine looked at her son lecherously, then took her dishes to the sink. Shev finished the last bite of food and asked: "What?" Catherine walked over and leaned down to clear Shev's dishes, seemingly intentionally, yet unintentionally, letting one soft, large breast brush against her son's shoulder, and said softly, teasingly: "Are you finished?" "Sheev swallowed the last bite of food hastily, almost choking on his breath. With great effort, he managed to say loudly, 'Yes, yes! Yes!'" Sheev's heart was pounding. How could he face his mother, whom he had secretly slept with? His anxiety prevented him from turning around to see what his mother was doing. He waited silently and anxiously for his mother to speak, and after a long while, he heard her move away from the table. "Mom! What's wrong? Um, please tell me?" Sheev asked worriedly, hoping to understand his mother's true intentions through conversation. His mother said in a low, vague voice, "Something has been bothering me. I need to ask you for an answer, and if I'm not mistaken, we should start from last week's camping trip." "Ah…Mom! What is it?" Sheev asked hesitantly, suddenly becoming excited and agitated. He was once again captivated by the memory of that intimate night with his mother, her alluring and sensual scent. His mother gently asked him, "Do you remember our last camping trip?" She then reached out and softly caressed his ear. "Yes, I remember!" he mumbled, his excitement growing with each passing moment. His mother said, "I dreamt of you that night!" "Oh?" Catherine lied, "I thought it was just a dream, until I saw you upstairs just now…saw you…" He cried out, "Mom!…" His mother blushed, "No, no, really! I, um, I dreamt…um…dreamed of seeing you doing what you were doing upstairs just now." The son turned away, grumbling, "Oh, Mom! You're trying to embarrass me again!" As he turned, his mother's large breasts pressed against him beneath her blouse. "It's true!" "Mom responded, taking a step back to avoid her large breasts pressing against her son's face: "To tell you the truth, after that dream, I also dreamed that your father and I were having sex!" "Oh my god! Mom, what are you talking about?" the son sobbed, confused about what his mother was up to: "What does this have to do with me? You're not just trying to make me laugh, are you?" "Actually, I..." Catherine paused, staring at her son, thinking of how to get him to admit his guilt: "I, oh! I think... I think it really was you having sex with Mom that night, right?" Shev gasped in fear and panic: "Wh...what?" "I've always been confused about why Dad's thing is so big, but when I saw you, I realized that person was you, not Dad. Your thing is really big, really big!" "Oh my god! Mom!" the son blurted out, crying like a child: "I...I'm sorry!" "Mom, that night...it really was me who fucked you!" Catherine was overjoyed that her son had finally confessed to his incestuous act. She stepped forward and pulled her son's face into her arms. "It's not entirely your fault." Catherine tried to explain to her son: "I should have realized that it wasn't Dad, and when I realized it might be you, I should have stopped it immediately, but I couldn't bear to, so I'm just as wrong." "Yes, Mom! Can you forgive me?" Shev choked out, burying his face in his mother's large, soft, warm, and passionate chest. "I will!" Catherine comforted her son, holding him tightly: "The past is the past, and nothing can prevent it from happening, can it?" "I'm sorry, Mom!" her son choked out, tears streaming down his face, soaking her shirt. “It was wrong to do that,” Catherine comforted her son. “But we did it anyway, even though we both knew it was wrong, didn’t we?” Shev, choking back tears, said, “You mean…you mean…you knew it was me?” Catherine released her son, nodded, and admitted, “Yes, I knew it was you then!” Shev, startled, leaned back from his mother’s chest, staring at her. That one look ignited a passionate fire within them, unstoppable. Their eyes burned with desire, their gazes locked, neither willing to look away. Suddenly, Catherine swiftly pulled her shirt up over her head, revealing her large breasts completely…"I...I'm sorry! Mom, that night...it really was me who fucked you!" Catherine was so relieved that her son had finally confessed to his crime in their incestuous affair. She stepped forward and pulled her son's face into her arms. "It's not entirely your fault." Catherine tried to explain to her son: "I should have realized that it wasn't Dad, and when I realized it might be you, I should have stopped it immediately, but I couldn't bear to, so I'm just as wrong." "Yes, Mom! Can you forgive me?" Shev choked out, burying his face in his mother's large, soft, warm, and passionate chest. "I will!" Catherine comforted her son, holding him tightly: "The past is the past, and no matter what you do, you can't stop it from happening, can you?" "I'm sorry, Mom!" her son choked out, tears streaming down his face, soaking her shirt. “It was wrong to do that,” Catherine comforted her son. “But we did it anyway, even though we both knew it was wrong, didn’t we?” Shev, choking back tears, said, “You mean…you mean…you knew it was me?” Catherine released her son, nodded, and admitted, “Yes, I knew it was you then!” Shev, startled, leaned back from his mother’s chest, staring at her. That one look ignited a passionate fire within them, unstoppable. Their eyes burned with desire, their gazes locked, neither willing to look away. Suddenly, Catherine swiftly pulled her shirt up over her head, revealing her large breasts completely…"I...I'm sorry! Mom, that night...it really was me who fucked you!" Catherine was so relieved that her son had finally confessed to his crime in their incestuous affair. She stepped forward and pulled her son's face into her arms. "It's not entirely your fault." Catherine tried to explain to her son: "I should have realized that it wasn't Dad, and when I realized it might be you, I should have stopped it immediately, but I couldn't bear to, so I'm just as wrong." "Yes, Mom! Can you forgive me?" Shev choked out, burying his face in his mother's large, soft, warm, and passionate chest. "I will!" Catherine comforted her son, holding him tightly: "The past is the past, and no matter what you do, you can't stop it from happening, can you?" "I'm sorry, Mom!" her son choked out, tears streaming down his face, soaking her shirt. “It was wrong to do that,” Catherine comforted her son. “But we did it anyway, even though we both knew it was wrong, didn’t we?” Shev, choking back tears, said, “You mean…you mean…you knew it was me?” Catherine released her son, nodded, and admitted, “Yes, I knew it was you then!” Shev, startled, leaned back from his mother’s chest, staring at her. That one look ignited a passionate fire within them, unstoppable. Their eyes burned with desire, their gazes locked, neither willing to look away. Suddenly, Catherine swiftly pulled her shirt up over her head, revealing her large breasts completely…

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